Rimuru's Rage

RIMURUS OFFICE : 3RD PERSON POV

The faint glow of the afternoon sun illuminated Rimuru’s office, casting shadows across the room. Seated behind his desk, Rimuru leaned back, flipping through a pepper work  with an air of nonchalance. Across from him, Veldora lounged on a couch, holding another manga, while Ramiris perched on the armrest, reading along with him. Beretta stood silently near Ramiris, ever watchful, while Diablo loomed behind Rimuru, an ominous presence radiating loyalty and malice.

Rimuru’s cold, calculating eyes lifted from his pepper . “Ramiris,” he began, his tone sharp yet softened for her. “Tell me about the Demon Lords. I’d like to know who they are.”

Ramiris didn’t bother looking up from the manga she was reading with Veldora. “There are ten of us in total,” she said nonchalantly.

“Go on,” Rimuru pressed, his gaze unyielding.

Ramiris gestured with her tiny hand. “There’s Clayman, Leon Cromwell, Dino, Dagrul, and… oh, there’s a vampire Demon Lord named Valentine.”

At that moment, Veldora cut in, his voice booming. “Dagrul? That guy is no joke. He sparred with me once in the past—we’re good buddies.”

“Is that so?” Rimuru remarked, his voice calm, yet his interest barely concealed.

“And,” Veldora continued, scratching his head in thought, “there’s another female Demon Lord… what’s her name… something with ‘Smith’? I don’t remember.”

Rimuru’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Interesting. Ramiris, continue.”

Ramiris, munching on a cookie Rimuru had given her earlier, nodded. “There’s also Carrion and Frey.”

“I know Carrion,” Rimuru said, his tone indifferent. “And Frey?”

“Yeah, she’s the Harpy Queen,” Ramiris replied, brushing crumbs off her lap. “Then there’s Milim, me, and Guy Crimson—he’s the strongest Demon Lord. But, you know, if I were in my true form, I’m the strongest!” She laughed boisterously.

Rimuru’s icy voice interrupted her. “So, the ten Demon Lords are Carrion, Frey, Dino, Dagrul, Milim, Guy, you, Leon, that piece of trash Clayman… and Valentine. Correct?”

Ramiris nodded eagerly, pleased with his understanding. “Oh, and you can only bring two subordinates to Walpurgis. It’s a rule!”

“I see,” Rimuru mused, leaning back in his chair, his fingers tapping the armrest rhythmically.

Suddenly, Ciel’s voice echoed in Rimuru’s mind.
<< Master, according to my calculations, the individual Hinata Sakaguchi is a subordinate of Demon Lord Valentine. >>

Rimuru’s expression darkened further, his gaze icy. “So, she’s preaching to the world about how monsters are evil while serving an actual Demon Lord. How ironic.”

<< It appears Hinata is fully aware of her master being a vampire. >>

“So, she knew all along…” Rimuru muttered, his fingers ceasing their rhythm. “Ciel, as always, your insight is invaluable.”

<< It’s my duty, Master. >>

Ramiris tilted her head, interrupting Rimuru’s thoughts. “Hey, Rimuru, why don’t you come to Walpurgis as my subordinate?”

Rimuru’s sharp eyes darted toward her. “What? No. You already have Beretta.”

Ramiris’ face darkened unnaturally, a stark contrast to her usual cheerfulness. Rimuru immediately noticed, his gaze softening ever so slightly.